The Photo Album Ch. 02 Please read Chapter 1 before this next section. Lunch Photo 1 The camera is behind the chair as soft daylight fills the spare but elegant room. The blurry background clock says noon. A large black anal plug is on the seat of the chair. Photo 2 Profile view: S. is sitting in the chair, grimacing as if the plug is now fully embedde...
Photo: Asian Sundae Once again, the manila envelope bore no return address, just a cancellation mark from Milwaukee. Inside was only a single photograph. The focal point of this five-by-seven image was the same beautiful young Asian girl from the previous mysteriously-sent photo. She lay upon her back once again, this time on a long wooden bench in a lock...
The Photo Album Ch. 03 Please read Chapters 1 and 2 before this next section. Dinner Photo 1 The wall clock says 7 pm. The chair holds a large black penis gag with leather straps. How did S. spend the afternoon? Did she rest in bed as thick pieces of dried spunk on her face, tits and belly cracked and fell onto the expensive sheets. Did she relive the d...
The Photo Album Ch. 04 Please read Chapters 1–3 before this next section. Midnight Snack Photo 1 Establishing shot: instead of kneeling on the floor or bench, or sitting in the chair, the debased MILF we're calling S. stands for the first time, her toned tanned arms stretched widely above her head and cuffed to a bar. Her long buffed legs are also attach...
Our bedroom is out of bounds. When anyone visits, we keep it locked. It is private. No one goes in. Neither of us wants anyone to see the framed photo-poster above our bed. It is there for a reason, but it is not for public viewing. It was Sarah's idea. The first I knew about it was when a cylindrical cardboard tube arrived in the post, four inches in diame...
My father died two years ago, at 72 years of age. After the funeral, and all the administrative details of the will, etc., it fell to me, as his son and only child, to look after and take care of my 70-year-old mother, his widow. Thus it was that I began spending many weekend days at her house, helping her dispose of Dad's worldly possessions. One weekend,...
A friend was looking for photos of bridges to be used in a book; the proceeds of the sale of that book were to be donated to a charity. The word was sent out that they were still lacking a photo of a footbridge. My first thought was of a crude, rickety bridge made of ropes and boards strung over a deep river canyon. I could picture it in my head, it was ol...
I sent my wife off on a break to her sister's up North and I left her with one small task, one souvenir, I wanted from their break. A photo - a simple photo. What could be easier? After all this is the facebook era, selfies of the two of them were bound to be popping up at regular intervals. Here we are at dinner, here we are going for a walk along the cli...
I'm sure that most of you have used the Internet to check out someone, or perhaps to see if you could find some interesting, or even erotic, secret about someone that you know or that you work with. This is a story about how one of those searches produced an interesting result. I work at a small company that's run by an early 40's tall thin blonde woman nam...
The Photo Album Ch. 01 An album of black & white photographs has been selling privately. Untitled, it's known as The Photo Album or simply The Album, divided into sections according to the day's three meals. There is no text, just 6" x 9" photos, printed on heavy, glossy, high-quality paper stock, shot with beautiful soft lighting and fine detail, taken wit...